| Wheezy outta here
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| Huh, uh
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| Who you think you foolin'? |
| We not new to it
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| We countin' fluent
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| I’m scammin' a wood, my cup full of mud
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| I came out the hood
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| Sometimes a gangsta need a hug
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| I’ma give all my problems above
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| Hate when people keep doin' too much
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| Keep it real, the streets show you no love
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| We don’t need no one vouchin' for us
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| I’ve been grindin' and found me a bust
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| I’ve been searchin' for love and found lust
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| It’s so hard to stop holdin' a grudge
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| My lil' dawg split your shit like a Dutch
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| My whole squad kept the kid in the cut
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| Keep your strap 'cause these niggas play tough
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| Pick and chose who the right one to trust
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| Pick and chose who the right one to trust
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| Keep it real it’s a lot fake love
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| Niggas hate but they bitches in love
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| And the Bentley all white like a dove
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| I took off, ate this Xan, means it works
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| Kicked her out, told her walk to the burbs
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| I’m a sipper, can tell when it’s cut
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| You can’t tell me that she ain’t a slut
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| Who you think you foolin'? |
| We not new to it
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| We countin' fluent
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| I’m scammin' a wood, my cup full of mud
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| I came out the hood
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| Sometimes a gangsta need a hug
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| I’ma give all my problems above
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| Hate when people keep doin' too much
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| Keep it real, the streets show you no love
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| I don’t need no one vouchin' for me
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| I be flossin', ain’t talkin' 'bout my teeth
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| Car push-start, I keep losin' the keys
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| Chanel, Boss my closet full of C’s
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| My shit wet Eliantte, VVs
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| I got pearls 'round my neck, not no beads
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| I get cash in my bag while I’m sleep
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| New blue face, two-tone Patek Philippe
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| Beverly Center, shoppin' spree on me
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| New agenda, don’t do nothin' free
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| Ain’t not one of my foreigns on E
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| All my bitches got expensive weave
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| I sip drank for my pain to get eased
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| I still talk to the Lord on my knees
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| Helpin' me take care all of my needs
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| And we take off the top for a breeze
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| Who you think you foolin'? |
| We not new to it
|
| We countin' fluent
|
| I’m scammin' a wood, my cup full of mud
|
| I came out the hood
|
| Sometimes a gangsta need a hug
|
| I’ma give all my problems above
|
| Hate when people keep doin' too much
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| Keep it real, the streets show you no love |